The Killer Queen ( Noella Briony ) novel Chapter 441

Noella calmly said, "But the Boss will guess that you came looking for me."

Thorpe nodded in agreement. "Of course, the Boss is the smartest person in the world, not to mention he knows me very well."

From the moment Thorpe boarded the ship, the Boss had known he would come looking for Noella!

Ivan gave Thorpe a peculiar look. "Aren't you worried your boss will come after you?"

"It doesn't matter. This ship is rigged with more than seventy bombs. Even a genius like the Boss can't be sure to escape unscathed, right?"

Thorpe appeared calm, but his fists were clenched tight, and beads of sweat covered his forehead.

"You're gambling."

"Not at all..."

Thorpe knew about the bombs planted on the ship! And he knew that relying on brute force alone, he couldn't defuse those bombs. Turning to Noella was his way of surviving!

Noella's face was laced with sarcasm. "It seems that both you and the Maverick are beings the Boss has decided to discard."

Thorpe's expression was grave. "If I can't make it back alive, then I'm truly abandoned. The Boss sent me here so I could find my own way to survive. If I can't even do that, then I'm worthless!"

He wore a look of righteous indignation, which was almost too much to bear.

Thorpe spoke gravely, "I've given you the intel. The rest is out of my hands."

As Noella opened the door, she looked out at the seemingly calm but tumultuous sea. "Thorpe, what's your dream?"

Thorpe paused, his emotions churning. He closed his eyes, a complex mix of feelings washing over him. The setting sun cast its light on his face, marking the rugged features of the Caucasian assassin with scars, filled with a sense of age and sorrow.

"My wish... is to see tomorrow's sun, with my family."

...

Exiting the room, Noella brushed past a janitor pushing a giant trash bin.

Yasbel's voice whispered in Noella's ear. "Dog-Head is gambling on the third floor."

Noella's ears twitched. "What's in your cart?"

Yasbel, unflappable as ever, poured a drink and smiled, "Just some fish that aren't quite dead yet. You've never seen that, boss?"

"Yasbel, I asked you to protect someone. Is this how you do it?"

"Isn't it perfect? After all, who would suspect a janitor's cart?"

Only someone with Noella's keen hearing would suspect something amiss with the cart!

Noella took a deep breath. "Yasbel, can a hitman from the dark web distinguish between the breathing of a fish and a human?"

Yasbel grinned confidently. "Don't worry, boss. Your brother will be safe and sound."

Noella's expression was complex. It was obviously too late to lecture Yasbel on being discreet now.

At the end of the corridor, several menacing gazes swept over them, filled with a chilling intent to kill!

Yasbel's demeanor hardened as she barreled the cart forward. She hadn't planned on having Stirling hide his breathing inside the bin. She was simply annoyed by Stirling's clumsiness, which could slow her down in a pinch!

The cart collided head-on with the killers waiting in ambush.

Whipping out a dagger, Yasbel sneered, "Trying to steal my mark? You're asking for trouble!"

With a skillful drift, Yasbel left all the killers behind, pushing the cart away triumphantly.

"Damn it, that janitor is also in the game. Stop her!"